Oct 01 24
We are sitting on a bench in a park.
The shadows are long.
A man is playing fetch with a dachshund.
The busy bouncing oblong goes out and comes back, out and back; like a living yo-yo.
The man has a perm which is somewhat popular.
It makes us think about what people think about generally — why they do things; what they are attracted to, what they are repelled by, what they think is happening or is going to happen.
As well — we wonder what exactly we have in common with people, if anything besides the vaguest generalities.
Would our perspective(s) be compatible; would any of our registration marks of reality line up?
At our feet is a painted curb bordering a path.
It is blue, a kind of cloudless sky blue, but deeper and obviously not as dynamic and luminescent.
In certain eroded spots the cement is showing through.
These grey areas are much less than the overall blue; the effect is very similar to a map.
It is very easy to imagine that these are unknown countries.
We immediately wonder what the political climate is like, but just as quickly are annoyed that we don’t wonder about the magical abilities of the animal life there — as would have been our first thought at an earlier time.
The man with the perm, and the other perspective, is now walking by us.
We can see, at this range, that he is wearing a very slight mock turtleneck with a gold chain on the outside.
His dog is ridiculously cute.
We like small dogs for what we perceive as their thumb-less mock busyness.
We are of course anthropomorphizing though.
But to be fair, if the dog noticed us at all, it would be canine-pomorphizing us right back.
The shadows are long.
A man is playing fetch with a dachshund.
The busy bouncing oblong goes out and comes back, out and back; like a living yo-yo.
The man has a perm which is somewhat popular.
It makes us think about what people think about generally — why they do things; what they are attracted to, what they are repelled by, what they think is happening or is going to happen.
As well — we wonder what exactly we have in common with people, if anything besides the vaguest generalities.
Would our perspective(s) be compatible; would any of our registration marks of reality line up?
At our feet is a painted curb bordering a path.
It is blue, a kind of cloudless sky blue, but deeper and obviously not as dynamic and luminescent.
In certain eroded spots the cement is showing through.
These grey areas are much less than the overall blue; the effect is very similar to a map.
It is very easy to imagine that these are unknown countries.
We immediately wonder what the political climate is like, but just as quickly are annoyed that we don’t wonder about the magical abilities of the animal life there — as would have been our first thought at an earlier time.
The man with the perm, and the other perspective, is now walking by us.
We can see, at this range, that he is wearing a very slight mock turtleneck with a gold chain on the outside.
His dog is ridiculously cute.
We like small dogs for what we perceive as their thumb-less mock busyness.
We are of course anthropomorphizing though.
But to be fair, if the dog noticed us at all, it would be canine-pomorphizing us right back.